Its seems obvious that you only have so much control over your life at points. There is nothing but forward motion that will get you where you don't even know you're going. But you must keep plugging along, just to see whats around the next bend. What lies on the horizon, while the past burns holes in your cornea, while you try to keep your blinders on and work and love and eat and sleep and hate and not let the menial day to day struggles get the best of you. It seems to matter less what is actually on the horizon, and instead more about the realization that there is always and will always be something out of your reach. If you keep reaching for it you will inevitably get closer to that goal. The only thing that seems consistent is inconsistency. One must embrace these nuances and offshoots. Negative or positive mundane or exciting.